In the cave.

Everyone was astonished. Is the aura of death related to the disciples?

In this world, the scholars are people from ancient times, and no one knows how many thousands of years have passed.

How could this have anything to do with teachers?

Moreover, some of the disciples in this world are legendary existences, and they cannot confirm whether they really exist.

"Mr. Feng, how can the death energy in the teacher's body be related to the disciples? After all..."

Dalang frowned slightly and said.

"This death aura cannot be explained in just a few words."

Feng Qingyan smiled and said, his eyes falling on Zhang Zheng who was also confused, "On the contrary, Mr. Zhang, you may understand in the future. This world is not as simple as you see, and this is not the only one in this universe.

world……"

"Tianwaitian?"

"It's not surprising that the sky is outside the sky..."

Several scholars were not too surprised. After all, they did not see it with their own eyes. Moreover, the phrase "Tian Wai Tian" appeared, indicating that they accepted the existence of "Tian Wai Tian".

However, Zhang Zheng felt that his body was extremely comfortable and strong at this moment, but he did not feel anything was wrong.

This is much better than when he was young.

He doesn't really believe that there is any death energy in his body, but Mr. Feng's medical skills are at the level of rejuvenation. Maybe he really found something in his body?

"Mr. Feng, how can I get rid of this deathly aura?"

Zhang Zheng hesitated and asked.

"Perhaps listening to the piano can help drive it away."

After sealing the Qingyan Road, we walked out of the cave and came to the open valley.

"Listen to the piano?"

Zhang Zheng was slightly surprised.

"Is listening to the piano good enough?"

"Listening to the piano? What does it mean? Can listening to the piano cure diseases?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment and started talking one after another. Some were not sure why, but when they saw Feng Qingyan walking out of the cave, they all followed him out of the cave.

"Mr. Feng still knows how to play the piano?"

After Lian Li followed him out, he said a little surprised.

"Understand a little bit."

Feng Qingyan walked and watched, and when he came to a relatively flat grassland, he sat down cross-legged. Zhang Zheng, Lian Li and others who followed him sat cross-legged around him...

When Zhang Zheng came out of the cave.

Many scholars in the valley were stunned for a moment, looking at the middle-aged Zhang Zheng with doubts on their faces. They felt that this middle-aged Zhang Zheng was very familiar, and he was still wearing teacher's clothes...

It seems like a middle-aged version of a teacher.

"Brother, who is that gentleman? Why does he look like the teacher when he was young?" A scholar looked at the middle-aged Zhang Zhengdao with confusion. It seemed that the middle-aged Zhang Zheng in front of him was indeed his teacher, but the teacher was already seven years old.

More than ten years old, suffering from ailments all over his body...

The face looks older.

Aged.

"It does look very much like the teacher when he was young. He must be a member of the teacher's tribe." Another scholar looked at it and said.

"Teacher's tribe?"

"It should be the teacher's tribe, he looks a bit similar to the teacher..."

There are many thatched cottages and thatched cottages in the valley, and naturally there are many students, dozens of them.

However, not many people have seen Zhang Zheng in middle age, so even if they see middle-aged Zhang Zheng, they will not think much about it, let alone think that they are the same person.

It just feels very similar.

A "tribe" can explain the past without making anyone doubt it.

However, they saw that the eldest brother and several other core disciples were always surrounding their teacher, which made them a little suspicious.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.

After all, the teacher was still sick in the cave, why did everyone run out?

Everyone looks excited?

Who takes care of teachers?

So many scholars came over in confusion and asked what was going on.

When they found out that the middle-aged Zhang Zheng in front of them was a teacher, everyone was stunned, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe it at all.

How did the teacher become so young?

Not only is he young, but he is also very healthy, with no signs of illness...

What exactly is going on?

When they learned that it was Mr. Feng who had rejuvenated his body with a magical hand, everyone was shocked.

If we just cured the teacher's disease, we wouldn't be so shocked, but the teacher actually became younger?

There are only two people!

What kind of medical skill is this? In other words, is this still medical skill? Are you sure it's not a magical skill?

Many scholars' eyes fell on Feng Qingyan, trying to make Feng Qingyan look good.

Unfortunately, they didn't see anything.

Apart from being handsome, spotless, and having an indescribable charm, there doesn't seem to be anything strange about him.

He doesn't look like some strange person.

"Senior Brother, is it really this Mr. Feng who made the teacher look younger?" A scholar approached Dalang and asked in a low voice, still not convinced.

Dalang just nodded and said nothing more.

In fact, if such medical skills were spread, I am afraid that dignitaries from all over the world would flock to them...

And the emperor...

This is not a good thing for Mr. Feng.

While the scholars came and started talking, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and sat quietly.

Gradually, the sounds around him became quiet, as if they were affected by Feng Qingyan's aura...

At this moment, Feng Qingyan became extremely quiet.

At some point, everything around the world quickly became quiet, as if time had stood still.

This made Zhang Zheng, Lian Li and others stunned for a moment, and then they looked around in surprise, as if they were seeing dead leaves falling from the mountain, slowly stopping in the air.

In other words, it fell extremely slowly.

Originally, it only took one breath to fall more than ten feet away. But after several breaths, it only fell an inch...

gradually.

The dead leaves seemed to be suspended in the sky.

Zhang Zheng, Lian Li and others also seemed to have stopped, either staring without blinking, or raising their heads without moving...

And at this moment.

Feng Qingyan closed his eyes in the darkness.

Suddenly, a rough and ferocious huge thunder and lightning flashed, as if the darkness in his eyes was illuminated.

Rumble——

Then the roaring thunder came.

When the thunder and lightning flashed, it cut through the darkness, as if the chaotic world suddenly opened up, with the sky above and the earth below, and a vast land appeared.

And at this time.

The valley seemed to be completely still.

Feng Qingyan still had his eyes closed, and with a sudden flick of his hands, the sound of the piano was like bursts of thunder, full of spirituality.

It seems to indicate that life is about to be born in this desolate and ancient land.

When the melody sounds, there is a feeling of joy.

It was as if the big tree had just sprouted tender green buds, full of vitality.
To be continued...